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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.