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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Fear,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.