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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.