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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.