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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Personalities to the rap 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield 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?
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
MC5,
The Names,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.