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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.