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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.