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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.