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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.