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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.