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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.