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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.