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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Cramps to the crunk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.