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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.