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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.