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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Television,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.