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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.