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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Faust,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.