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 Argentina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Salvador and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Yaz,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.