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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.