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 Slovakia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Magma,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.