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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.