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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.