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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.