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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Television,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.