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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sparks 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
The Index,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.