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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.