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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.