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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Cure to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.