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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 linndrum 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.