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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Ituana,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.