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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Interpol,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.