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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.