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 Nicaragua 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.