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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.