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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.