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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.