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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.