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 Mali and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.