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 Mauritius and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.