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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.