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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 snare 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.