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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.