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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.