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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.