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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.