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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a snare 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Organ,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Nico,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
10cc,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.