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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.