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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.