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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.