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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Nas,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.