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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.