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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.