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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.