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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.