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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.