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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.