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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Visage,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.