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 Chile and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.