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 Albania and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Main Source to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.