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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Copeland,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.