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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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?
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.