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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.