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 Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vainqueur to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.