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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
The Saints,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.