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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
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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.