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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the punk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Scion,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Japan,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.