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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.