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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.