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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Circle Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.