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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.