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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.