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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.