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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.