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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Mars,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.