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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.