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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.