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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.