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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.