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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.