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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.