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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Lungfish to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.