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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.