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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
June Days,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.