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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nico to the rock 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Mars,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.