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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.