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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.