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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Roxette,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.