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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
The Cure,
Smog,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.