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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.