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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.