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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.