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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.