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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.