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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
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Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.