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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.