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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.