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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Can,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.