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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.