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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
cv313,
PIL,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.