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 Malaysia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funky Four + One,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.