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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Index,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.