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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.