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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.