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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wire to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.