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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.