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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.