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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.