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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
X-102,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.