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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.