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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Neu!,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.