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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 theremin 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.