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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.