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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.