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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.