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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Magma,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.