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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Litter to the crunk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.