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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
10cc,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.