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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Red Krayola to the punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.