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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.