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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
X-102,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.