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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the rap 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.