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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.