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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.