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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America to the disco 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 spring reverb 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Smog,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.