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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the punk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
UT,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.