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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.