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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Josef K,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.