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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.