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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.