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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.