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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Calgary and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.