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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
JFA,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.