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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Gong to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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?
UT,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.