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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.