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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.