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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Q65,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.