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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.