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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 güiro 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.