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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.