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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.