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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Gong,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.