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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Jacob Miller to the techno 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
The Motions,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.