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 India and from Columbus.
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 Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Buzzcocks to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.