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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Victims to the rap 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.