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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.