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 Israel and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.