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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.