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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.