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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.