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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the techno 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.