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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.