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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.