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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Franke,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.