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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Little Man,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.