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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.