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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.