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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camberwell Now to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.