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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.