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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.