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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.