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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.