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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.