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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.