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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Wire,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.