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 Qatar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.