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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Neil Young,
Nico,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.