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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Model 500,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.