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 United States and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.