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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Pere Ubu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Scion,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
The Wake,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.