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 Somalia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.