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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 guitar 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 Quando Quango to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.