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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.