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 Bolivia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Suicide,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Television,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.