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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Chrome,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.