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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.