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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Can,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.