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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Audionom to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Index,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Ronan,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.