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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
UT,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.