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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.