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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.