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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.