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 India and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.