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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.