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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the techno 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Gong,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.