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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
The Index,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.