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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Brick to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Skaos,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.