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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Japan,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Symarip,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.