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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Television,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Faust,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.