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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.