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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Wire,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.