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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.