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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Q65,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.