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 Italy and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.