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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.