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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.