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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.