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 Namibia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
The Wake,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.