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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.