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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.