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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Colin Newman to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
The Move,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.