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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Erasure,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Nas,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.