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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.