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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.