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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.