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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Nico,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.