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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
ABC,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.