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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Franke,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.