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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Swans,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.