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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Ten City,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.