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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.