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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.