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 Belize and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.