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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '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 snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Crime,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.