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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.