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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Monochrome Set to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Index,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.