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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Saccharine Trust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.