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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.