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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
New Order,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.