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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.