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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.