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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.