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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.