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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
10cc,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.