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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.