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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
The Names,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.