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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.