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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.