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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.