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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.