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 Egypt and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.