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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.