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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.