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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.