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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Cure to the dance 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.