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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the punk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Kayak,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.