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 Madagascar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.