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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.