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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.