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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
The Index,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.