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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
cv313,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.