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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the punk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.