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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.