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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Darondo,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.