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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.