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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.