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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.