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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.