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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.