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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.