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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.