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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Model 500,
Q65,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.