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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.