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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.