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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.