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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Q65,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.