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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.