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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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?
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.