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 Tunisia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.