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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 guitar 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 The Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.