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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 theremin 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.