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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
cv313,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.