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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
New Order,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.