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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
EPMD,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.