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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.