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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.