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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Nico,
Crime,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.