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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.