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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Can,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.