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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.