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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.