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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.