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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.