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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.