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 Kuwait 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Flipper,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.