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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.