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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the punk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.