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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.