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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.