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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.