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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.