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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.