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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.