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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.