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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.