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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.