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 Brazil and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.