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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.