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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Can,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.