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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Can,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.