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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.