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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.