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 Chad and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.