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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.