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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.