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 Turkey and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Franke,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.