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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.