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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.