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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
Section 25,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.