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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.