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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.