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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.