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 Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Boredoms,
JFA,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.