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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.