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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.