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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Can,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.