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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.