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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.