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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.