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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Subhumans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.