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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Average White Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.