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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.