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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.