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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.