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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.