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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.