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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.