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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.