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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.