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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.