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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.