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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.