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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.