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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.