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 Honduras and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.