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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Durutti Column 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.