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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
The Wake,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.