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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.