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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.