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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.