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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.