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 Kenya and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '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 Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.