Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Organ,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.