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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.