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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.