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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.