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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.