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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.