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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.