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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.