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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Fuzztones to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.