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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.