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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.