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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.