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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fuzztones to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.