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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.