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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.