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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Althea and Donna 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.