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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.