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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.