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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
The Index,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.