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 Costa Rica 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.