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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
UT,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.