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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
cv313,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.