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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.