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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.