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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
The Litter,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.