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 Chile and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.