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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Can,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Roxette,
The Evens,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.