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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
X-102,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.