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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.