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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.