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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.