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 Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.