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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Darondo,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.