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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.