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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.