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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Gong,
DNA,
Organ,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.