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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.