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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.