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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Saccharine Trust,
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.