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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.