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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Magma to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.