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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.