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 Chad and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.