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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.