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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
MC5,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.