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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.