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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.