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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.