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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Monks to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.