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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.