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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.