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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Anakelly,
The Move,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.