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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.