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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Can,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.