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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.