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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.