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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.