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 Canada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.