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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.