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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Evens to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Can,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.