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 Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.