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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.