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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Main Source 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
New Order,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.