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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
CMW,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
10cc,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.