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 Macedonia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Names to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Smog,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aaron Thompson,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.