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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bremen and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.