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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Smoke,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.