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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.