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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 a spring reverb and a 808 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.