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 Macedonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Loose Ends,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.