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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Model 500 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
X-102,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.