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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 10cc to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.