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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.