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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Can,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.