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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.