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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.