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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.