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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.