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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.