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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.