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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
X-101,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.