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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.