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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.