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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.