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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Organ,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.