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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
Mars,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.