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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Normal to the jazz 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.