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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.