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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.