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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.