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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Japan,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.