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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Gong,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.