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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Young Rascals to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.