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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
The Busters,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.