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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Index,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.