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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.