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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.