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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Index to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.