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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
AZ,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.