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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Misunderstood to the disco 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.