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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.