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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.