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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.