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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.