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 Samoa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.