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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.