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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Slave,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
MDC,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.