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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Crime,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.