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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.