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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.