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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.