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 Bhutan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
Wire,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.