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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.