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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.