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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Infiniti 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Organ,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.