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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Smog,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.