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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
the Germs,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.