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 Estonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Index,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.