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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.