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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Fear,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.