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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Velvet Underground to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Symarip,
Magazine,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.