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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.