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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.