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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a marimba 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.