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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Deadbeat,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.