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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
The Residents,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.