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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
the Normal,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.