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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.