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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 organ 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.