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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.