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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Second Layer to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Wings,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.