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 Romania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.