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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 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 Eurythmics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.