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 Qatar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.