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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.