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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Moon to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Lyres,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.