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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.