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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.