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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.