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 Singapore 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.