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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Tremeloes to the punk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.