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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.