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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Oneida,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.