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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.