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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.