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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.