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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Wire,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.