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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Smog,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.