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 Brazil 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.