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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Can,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.