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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
X-101,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.