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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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?
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.