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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.