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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.