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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.