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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.