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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.