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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.