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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cowsills to the rock 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.