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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.