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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 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?
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Can,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.