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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.