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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.