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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 AZ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.