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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Swans,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.