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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.