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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.