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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.