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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.