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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 mellotron and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.