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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.