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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.