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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.