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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.