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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 funk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
AZ,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.