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 Uruguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.