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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.