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 Indonesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.