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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.