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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Television,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.